The Fisherman's Greatest Catch |Book 2

Chapter 12

Peter

I sat down on the bed as Siren walked into the room, following behind me with a faint smile lingering on his lips. He closed the door behind him as we both settled into the room, his gaze meeting my own as he sat down on the bed beside me. I watched as he pushed his black waves over his shoulder, his purple eyes meeting my eyes as he ran a tongue over his bottom lip before he spoke.

″I just needed to talk to you about a few things. We haven't had a lot of alone time lately.″

I nodded my head in agreement, turning my body in his direction before I went to reply.

″Everything has just been kind of crazy lately. I still don't really get everything that's going on. My head hurts.″ I admitted, shaking my head as I pulled my eyes off of his. ″I feel like it's happening too fast.″

He let out a sigh at my words. He suddenly placed a hand on my back, gently beginning to run it up and down it in a comforting motion as I began to play with my own fingers to avoid his gaze.

″I hate to tell you this, but... It's always going to be confusing, especially for you. It's going to get more confusing with time.″ He started. He suddenly brought a finger under my chin, tilting it up so I can meet his eyes. I didn't object as I gazed into his dark purple eyes, feeling as the heat began to rise to my face.

″You're going to have me every step of the way. I'll be there to help you. All of us will be.″ He told me.

I couldn't help but admire him. His hair seemed to lay perfectly on his tan shoulders, his purple eyes almost intoxicating as he looked at me. My eyes found their way past his eyes and to his lips, the sight of his fuller but pink lips beginning to make my heart pound faster. My mind trailed back to just a day or two ago when he drew me forward to meet my lips with his own. He smelled of such a fresh sea smell. Not the sea smell of fish and disgust, the smell of that salty wind that gets caught in your nose. The smell of home.

I forced my eyes away from his lips, meeting his dark purple eyes once more.

″You don't think I'm weird, right?″ I said, my words coming out in mumbles. ″Someone had to tell you by now, right?″

He immediately began shaking his head, his eyes widening as he turned himself to me completely. He placed his hands firmly on my shoulders, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

″Your actions were awaiting to come. What you have done to your father and mother does not erase anything that they have done to you. If you had let your father keep abusing you, you and Ben would have been murdered. Your father is a terrible, terrible man-″

″You don't know that Siren... h-he wasn't totally bad-″

″Vincente can see into the future.″

I furrowed my eyebrows at his words, beginning to shake my head as I pulled my gaze down onto my lap.

″B-but he didn't, I killed him-″

″You can change things. If you didn't murder your father, you wouldn't be alive right now. He was planning on doing it in the morning.″ He said, his voice beginning to shake with every word he spoke. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, meeting my eyes as he continued.